Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.